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Spitting a glob of what he hoped was not thickened blood he pointed toward the force splayed before them.

"If I am to take this rabble and run and hide and bleed these bastards dry, I need as many swords as crossbowmen. No sense in having an ambush when my ambush can not defend themselves."

Using his thick hands to display his meaning. "The bowman here, concealed and hopefully downwind so as not to alert those Bloody Mummers of the s**te they drop in their pants. A stage of foot soldiers between me here to act as a sally wall to break any charge meant for the hapless bowmen so they can retreat, regroup, and rearm. Rinse and repeat." Slapping his hands together to emphasize his point.

"And hopefully we will run out of bodies to pepper before they run out of bolts or nerve. Anyone caught running in the wrong direction will simply be cut down by me. Be they common rabble, or pompose knights."

"Ha, I'd not disparage the common crossbow were I you!" Velaquo laughed. "Maester Belomas, surely you have seen the plans for the repeater used in the free cities? Once we dispose of those Mummers, consider re-arming."

Alas, the nobles assigned him Piper - a rowdy bastard, but then, Velaquo was used to those, had gutted a few too rowdy ones, and led those who could spare their rowdiness for legitimate foes at most times. They shook hands - and, as expected, 'Rowdy' tried to crush his hand. For certain, strength was one factor - the other was to know where to squeeze. Slightly prior to making him wince, Velaquo let go without embarrassing the man, slapped his shoulder, and turned to the men, examining their armaments, and asking Piper: "I see what they have - but what arms can they use?"

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"Captain, the buttocks are moving from the pink into the red and purple spectrum! We cannot maintain this rate of spanking any longer!"

"My mind was perfectly clear when I was drinking. You just failed to see the intellect behind it." Smiling, he clapped Korley on the shoulder to go and inspect his beast again. Leaving the others to decide how they were planning on getting this rabble of a force to the Murmmers without being detected, or having to kill any of them for being deserters.

PoisonAlchemist: Man Muro, you boost my confidence and then you just go crush it with a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.Pariah: Don't tell him things like that, if his head gets any bigger he'll float off like a weather ballon :p